The Forsaken Wastelands of Round Rock is a behemoth, cultured nation, remarkable for its museums and concert halls, hatred of cheese, and devotion to social welfare. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic population of 50.98 billion Round Rockians are either ruled by a sleek, efficient government or a conglomerate of multinational corporations; it's difficult to tell which.

The large government prioritizes Welfare, with Environment, Law & Order, and Defense also on the agenda, while Social Policy and International Aid receive no funds. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 51.5%.

The thriving Round Rockian economy, worth a remarkable 2,298 trillion fire ants a year, is driven almost entirely by government activity. The industrial sector is mostly comprised of enterprising ten-year-olds selling lemonade on the sidewalk, although the government is looking at stamping this out. Average income is 45,079 fire ants, with the richest citizens earning 7.1 times as much as the poorest.

Corporations are either above the law or corrupting it, police officers are seen patrolling the streets armed with satellite-guided truncheons, the government is notorious for leaving citizens with almost nothing from their inheritance, and cheese has been labelled a dangerous weapon and banned. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Round Rock's national animal is the coyote, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Round Rock is ranked 278,065^th in the world and 36^th in Texas for Nicest Citizens, with 4.49 average smiles per day.